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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.