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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.