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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.