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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Joy Division to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.