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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wire to the crunk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.