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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Red Krayola to the dance 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.