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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.