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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.