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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.