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 Eritrea 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.