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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Erasure,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.