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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.