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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.