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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.