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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 X-102 to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.