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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes 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?
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.