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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Monks,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.