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 Azerbaijan 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.