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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.