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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.