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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.