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 Latvia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.