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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.