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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Inner City to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
CMW,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.