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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.