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 Marshall Islands 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.