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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.