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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.