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 Saudi Arabia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hot Snakes to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.