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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.