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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.