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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Pole,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.