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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.