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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 the Soft Cell to the punk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.