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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Names to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.