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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Can,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.