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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.