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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.