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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.