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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Gichy Dan 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.