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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the rap 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.