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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Q65,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.