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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Whodini,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.