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 Albania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.