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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan 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?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.