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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.