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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.