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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.