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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.