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 Kenya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons 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?
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.