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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.