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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.