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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.