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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.