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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.