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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang of Four 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Crime,
June Days,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.