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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry 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.