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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.