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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.