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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.