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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Birthday Party to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Nico,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.