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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.