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 Czech Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Japan,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.