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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.