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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 New Christs to the funk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
The Wake,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.