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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.