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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.