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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Aswad,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.