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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.