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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.