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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Smog,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.