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 Burundi and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the techno 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.