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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.