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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.