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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the techno 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Television,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.