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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.