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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.