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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.