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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.