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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sparks to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
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.