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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.