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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.