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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.