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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.