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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Leaves,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.