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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.