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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.