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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.