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 Colombia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.