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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Byron Stingily to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Symarip,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.