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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Real Kids to the electroclash 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.