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 Bulgaria 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.