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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.