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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Mars,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
The Move,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.