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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Television,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.