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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Monolake to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.