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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
New Order,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.