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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Arcadia,
UT,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.