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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Associates 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.