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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.