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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Magma to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.