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 the UAE and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.