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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Index,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Ludus,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.