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 Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.