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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Nico to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.