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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Real Kids to the funk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.