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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.