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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.