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 Canada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.