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 Thailand 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.