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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.