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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.