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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lyon and Calgary.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra to the rock 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.