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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Television,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.