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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.