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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.