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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.