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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.