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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.