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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.