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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.