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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.