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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
New Order,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.