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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.