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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
New Order,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.