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 Nauru 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.