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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 The Searchers to the rap 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.