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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.