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 Malta and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.