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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.