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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Birthday Party to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.