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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.