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 Belgium and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.