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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
John Holt,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.