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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.