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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.