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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
MC5,
Neil Young,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.