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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Audionom to the grime 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.