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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.