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 Peru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.