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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 snare 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 Joe Smooth to the rock 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Fear,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.