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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 spring reverb 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.