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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Grey Daturas to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.