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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Nico,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.