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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.