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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.