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 Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.