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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.