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 Sierra Leone 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.