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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.