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 Somalia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.