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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.