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 Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Gladiators 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Technova,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Magma,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.