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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.