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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.