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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.