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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.