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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
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 Sonics,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Wings,
Monks,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.