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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.