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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.