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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.