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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
ABC,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.