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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Index to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.