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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.