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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.