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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.