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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the grunge 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.