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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.