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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.