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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.