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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.