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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.