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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 ABC to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.