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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.