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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.