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 Hungary and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.