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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.