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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.