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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.