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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.