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 Ukraine 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Pole,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.