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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
PIL,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.