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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Erasure,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.