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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 This Heat to the funk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.