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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.