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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.