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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Wings,
The Victims,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.