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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.