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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.