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 Algeria 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.