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 Nauru and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.