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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Can,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
ABC,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.