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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.