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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the techno 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
10cc,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.