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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.