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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 organ 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 New Order to the disco 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.