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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
MDC,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.