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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.