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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.