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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.