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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.