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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Scion,
the Swans,
Television,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.