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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.