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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.