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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.