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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.