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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.