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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.