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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.