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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
June Days,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
X-102,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.