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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Pierre Henry 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.