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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Franke,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.