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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the techno 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.