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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.