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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.