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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.