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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 The Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.