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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.