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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.