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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.