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 Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Franke,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.