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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.