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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Can 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Slave,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.