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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.