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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.