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 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
UT,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.