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 Palau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.