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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
MDC,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.