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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.