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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.