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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.