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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.