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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys 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?
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.