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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.