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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
X-101,
The Martian,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.