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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.