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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.