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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.