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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.