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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.