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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Mars,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.