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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Wire,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.