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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Unwound,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.