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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Basic Channel to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.