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 Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.