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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
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.