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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.