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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.