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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget 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?
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Organ,
MDC,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.