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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.