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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.