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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Darondo,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.