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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.