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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zeros to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Oneida,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.