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 Swaziland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.