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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.