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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Nils Olav to the grime 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.