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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the dance 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.