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 Oman and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.