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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.