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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.