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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Manchester and Lille.
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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.