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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Robert Görl 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.