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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Visage,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
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.