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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
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The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Brick,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.