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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.