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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.