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 Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.