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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.