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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
The Fall,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.