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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.