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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.