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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.