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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.