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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Joy Division to the rock 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Nico,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.