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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses 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?
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
the Swans,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.