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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.