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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.