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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Nas,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.