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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Television,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Smog,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.