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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.