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 India and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.