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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.