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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.