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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.