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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.