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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.