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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.