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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.