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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.