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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.