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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Lalann to the electroclash 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Visage,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.