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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.