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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.