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 Guinea 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.