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 Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Techniques to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.