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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Qualms,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.