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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.