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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.