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 Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Can to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.