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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.