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 China and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.