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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.