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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.