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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach 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 dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.