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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.