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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.