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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.