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 Austria 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.