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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Scion,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.