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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.