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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Remains to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.