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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.