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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.