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 Grenada 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.