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 Tunisia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.