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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
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.