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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.