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 Haiti and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.