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 Georgia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.