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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.