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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.