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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.