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 Seychelles 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.