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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.