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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Essential Logic to the grime 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.