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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.