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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.