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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.