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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '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 The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
UT,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.