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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 X-101 to the funk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.