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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.