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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.