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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.