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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Evens to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.