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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.