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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.