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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.