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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.