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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.