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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 808 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.