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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Nas,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.