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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.