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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.