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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.