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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.