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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Magma,
Television,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.