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 Peru and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
June of 44,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.