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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.