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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.