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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.