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 Georgia and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Gong,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.