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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.