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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Dice to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Television,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.