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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the punk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.