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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the disco 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
ABC,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.