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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.