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 Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.