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 Maldives 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.