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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Sound 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Television,
The New Christs,
Can,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.