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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the jazz 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.