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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Japan,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.