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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.