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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.