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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s 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 Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.