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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eurythmics to the funk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
The Busters,
the Association,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.