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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.