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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Franke,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.