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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Gong,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Ponytail,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.