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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.