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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Erasure 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.