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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Real Kids to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.