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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.