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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mummies 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Crime,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.