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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.