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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.