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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Index,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.