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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Nico,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.