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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Jandek,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.