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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.