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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Slits to the crunk 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
UT,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.