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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.