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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.