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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.