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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Franke,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.