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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.