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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.