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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.