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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 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 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 Japan to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.