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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
The Names,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.