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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 808 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.