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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.