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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Whodini to the punk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
DNA,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.