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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 The Vogues to the disco 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
UT,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.