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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Can,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.