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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.