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 St Lucia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.