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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.