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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.