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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.