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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 Yazoo to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Can,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.