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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
cv313,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
The Move,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.