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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.