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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.