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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Magma,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.