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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Saints to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.