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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.