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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.