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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.