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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.