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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.