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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.