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 South Africa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.