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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.