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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.