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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.