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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
AZ,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.