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 Greece and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the jazz 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.