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 Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Japan,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.