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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.