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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.