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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.