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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 The Slackers to the techno 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.