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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell 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?
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.