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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.