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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.