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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.