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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.