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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.