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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Magma to the dance 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.