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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.