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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Can,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.