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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.