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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Depeche Mode to the rock 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Roxette,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.