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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
10cc,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.