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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Skaos to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Gong,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.