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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.