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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.