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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Magma,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.