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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
June Days,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.