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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.