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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
X-102,
Whodini,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.