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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.