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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Swans to the techno 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
The Move,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.