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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.