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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
the Association,
cv313,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Skaos,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.