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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fire Engines to the grime 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.