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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.