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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Fear 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.