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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.