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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.