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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
The Associates,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.