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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.