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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.