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 Lesotho 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.