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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Fear,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.