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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.