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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Move to the crunk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Smog,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.