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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.