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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.