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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.