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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.