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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.