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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Wire,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.