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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.