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 Croatia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Saints to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Q65,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.