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 Iran and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.