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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.