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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.