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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.