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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.