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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gladiators to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.