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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.