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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.