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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.