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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
UT,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
CMW,
World's Most,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.