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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.