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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.