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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.