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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.