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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Visage to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.