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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.