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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 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 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 the Human League 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.