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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Rekid,
The Associates,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.