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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the punk 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.