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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Can,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.