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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.