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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.