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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.