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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the rap 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.