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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
10cc,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.