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 Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Index,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.