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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.