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 Zimbabwe 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 Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Television,
The Index,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.