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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.