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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.