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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.