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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the techno 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.