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 Ecuador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 The Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.