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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Technova,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.