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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.