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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.