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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 clarinet 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.