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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.