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 Israel and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Mars,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.