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 Belgium 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
the Association,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.