Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
the Association,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.