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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.