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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.