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 Malta and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.