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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 The Toasters to the grunge 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
DNA,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.