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 Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.